2 Vine of Heaven! Thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice.
'Tis Thy wounds my healing give.
To Thy cross I look, and live.
Thou my life! Oh let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.
147. "The bread of God is he which...giveth life unto the
world." John vi. 33. P.M.
BREAD of the world, in mercy broken!
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed!
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead.
Look on the heart by sorrow broken;
Look on the tears by sinners shed;
And be Thy feast to us the token,
That by Thy grace our souls are fed !
He was known of them in breaking of bread."
Luke xxiv. 35.
1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, depart :
Make not the house of prayer thy mart.
Lord of the temple and the day!
Drive the intrusive crowd away.
2 Fain would I find a calm retreat
From vain distractions near Thy feet,
And, borne above all earthly care,
Be joyful in Thy house of prayer.
3 Lord! in this blest and hallowed hour,
Reveal Thy presence and Thy power.
Shew to my faith Thy hands and side,
My Lord and God, the Crucified!
4 Or let me, through the opening skies,
Catch one bright glimpse of Paradise;
And realize, with raptured awe,
The vision dying Stephen saw.
5 But, if unworthy of such joy,
Still shall Thy love my heart employ:
For, of Thy favoured children's fare,
'Twere bliss the very crumbs to share.
6 Yet never can my soul be fed
With less than Thee, the Living Bread.
Thyself unto my soul impart,
And with Thy presence fill my heart.
"A fountain shall come forth of the house of the
Lord." Joel iii. 18. L. M.
1 JESUS, how heavenly is the place, Where Thine own servants wait for Thee!
Where the rich fountain of Thy grace,
Stands ever open, full, and free.
2 Hungry, and poor, and lame, and blind,
Hither Thy ransomed people fly;
In Thy deep wounds a balsam find,
And live, while they behold Thee die.
3 Here they forget their doubts and fears, While Thy sharp sorrows meet their
And bless the hand which dries their tears,
And each returning want supplies.
4 How vast the mysteries of Thy love:
How high, how wide, how deep it rolls!
Its fountain springs in heaven above:
Its streams revive our drooping souls.
"The glory as of the only-begotten of the Father."
John i. 14. 7's.
1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When, in extacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away.
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary!
151. "A fountain opened... for sin and for uncleanness."
1 FOR ever here my rest shall be,
Close to Thy bleeding side:
This all my hope and all my plea,
For me the Saviour died.
2 My dying Saviour and
my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin!
Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood,
And cleanse, and keep me clean.
3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own; Wash me, and mine Thou art:
Wash me, but not my feet alone;
My hands, my head, my heart.
4 The atonement of Thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.
152. “This do in remembrance of me." Luke xxii. 19.
1 IF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh;
2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe
To Him who died, our fears to quell,
Our more than orphan's wo?
3 While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs He would not flee; What love His latest words displayed,
Meet, and remember Me!"
4 Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share!
O memory, leave no other name
Than His recorded there.
"Peace be unto you." John xx. 21. P.M.
1 LAMB of God, whose bleeding love
We now recall to mind!
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find.
Think on us, who think on Thee,
And every burdened soul release.
Oh, remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
2 By Thine agonizing pain
And bloody sweat, we pray;
By Thy dying love to man,
Take all our sins away:
Burst our bonds, and set us free;
From all iniquity release.
Oh, remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
3 Let Thy blood, by faith applied,
The sinner's pardon seal.
Speak us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal.
By Thy passion on the tree,
Let all our griefs and troubles cease.
Oh, remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
154. "I will not leave you comfortless." John xiv. 18.
LEAVE us not comfortless,
O Thou our risen Lord;
But send Thy Spirit down, to bless
And guide us with Thy word!
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